LATELY on yonder swelling bush, Big with many a coming rose, This early bud began to blush, And did but half itself disclose; I plucked it, though no better grown, Yet now you see how full 'tis blown. Still as I did the leaves inspire, With such a purple light they shone, As if they had been made of fire, And spreading so, would flame anon, All that was meant by air, or sun, To this young flower, my breath has done. If our loose breath so much can do, What may the same in forms of love? Of purest love and music, too When Flavia it aspires to move; When that which liveless buds persuades To wax more soft, her youth invades | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) |